Ungh. Mom is in one of her funks. The cause? Last night's weather has left the sidewalks covered in black ice, and she can't do her morning walk, and her whole routine is off.
Well, tough shit.
But it's this funk, and complaining about how the Town doesn't care about pedestrians, and getting back into this fight with her sister, and blah blah fucking blah.
Sis at least has told her to stop telling her about the Jian thing, because she No Longer Cares. Simple overload. It's a rich strategy, telling Mom to cut it out, because when has that ever done anything but stoke the fire? Being told to shut up about something already itself becomes another item on her litany of complaints.
Me, I just look at my watch and ride it out.
We're supposed to go to Stratford tomorrow. Now I'm absolutely dreading it.
Now, the holidays are tough for her because there are a lot of difficult anniversaries scattered through them. I know. I get it. I was there. But these funks? I'm not someone who can treat those. Go talk to somebody, a professional. Because I don't want to be dragged down with you.